I’m so excited to be partaking in the cover reveal of Dawn Rae Miller’s new book, CRUSHED. (Add it to your Goodreads shelf HERE). Dawn, as you may know, is the super-talented author of LARKSTORM, NIGHTINGALE and BEFORE. If you love magic, mystery, danger and swoonworthy romance, check those titles out HERE.
And now for CRUSHED!
Read on to see what it’s all about…
For seventeen-year-old serial womanizer Fletch Colson, life is a game and if he plays by the rules, he’ll win it all: his dream college, his parents’ money, and a hot (if a little vapid) girl on his arm. Really, it couldn’t be easier. All he has to do is get good grades, live a privileged boarding school life, and try not to mess up too much.
However, when he accepts the seemingly impossible bet to change his ways and be “just friends” with smart, beautiful, tempting Ellie Jacobs – a girl who seems hell bent on confusing him - Fletch’s whole world is turned upside down.
Suddenly, what seemed simple and clear, no longer feels right and Fletch must decide if winning it all is worth losing a piece of himself.
Sounds awesome, right?
Well, let’s tip the scales even closer to the awesome by showing the amazing cover!
And now for a sneak peek into the world of CRUSHED:
“Fletch! Hey, wait up.”
Reid races across the Quad.
“I had to get out of there,” he says. Dark circles ring his bloodshot eyes. “You look like you got hit by a truck.”
“That makes two of us.”
We walk to the far end of the Quad, to the stone bench he likes to hang out at before class, and each take a corner. It occurs to me, that for the first time in ages, Reid’s not stoned. He’s totally lucid.
In my pocket, my hands tremble. “Why’d you break up with Paige?”
Reid folds his legs under him. “Look at me. What do you see?”
“A skinny guy with a bad skinhead haircut.”
He shakes his head. “Wrong. I’m the half-Japanese kid who can’t speak enough Japanese to have a conversation with my grandparents. I’m not white enough to be white. I’m not Japanese enough either. What the fuck am I?”
“Uhhh…” I’m unsure what to say. “You’re Reid?”
“Reid Yamashita. Yamashita. I’m Japanese.”
Great. He’s having some sort of identity crisis. “That why you’re dressing like some confused Asian hipster and listening to Japanese pop music? Because your last name is Yamashita?”
He clenches his jaw. “Whatever. I thought maybe you, out of all of them, would get it. I thought maybe you’d try to understand what it’s like to not know who you are.”
“I know who I am.”
He smirks. “Really? Cuz all I see is a guy who does whatever his friends or his dad wants.”
“That’s not true. I-”
“You do exactly what they want you to do.” Reid waves his hand toward the dining hall. “I’ve watched you lust after Cal for years, but you never asked her out because Brady wouldn’t let you. And now, this stupid bet about Ellie. What’s that? You like her. Who cares about a bet?”
He chased me out here to yell out me? About girls? What the hell? “You know, Reid, my life isn’t exactly easy. My dad’s breathing down my back about Princeton and…”
“And you want to go to Stanford. Not Princeton. Why don’t you just tell your dad? Huh? Stand up for yourself?”
“I…I don’t know.” My limbs freeze up, ice where there was once flesh. He’s right. I do what’s expected of me. What everyone wants me to do. I don’t know who I am.
He snorts. “You have such a hard life, Fletch: should I pick Cal or Ellie? Should I go to Stanford or Princeton? Fucking hard.
“You know what’s hard?” Reid’s voice barely rises, but there’s an angry tremor running through it. “Over break, I hung out with some of my old friends. You know what they told me?” When I shake my head, he says, “I’m never going to fit in anywhere. And they’re right.”
“You fit in here.”
“I’m Japanese, Fletch, and I can’t speak the language. I’ve only dated white girls – like my mom. Do you know what it’s like to always have people ask you what you are? Oh, and by the way, do you like Asian girls too?”
“So you dumped Paige because she’s not Japanese? That’s fucked up. That’s-” I struggle with the next word. “Racist. You’re a fucking racist.”
“Whatever. I shouldn’t expect you to understand, Mr. I’m-so-white-it-hurts.”
Fuck this. “You know what Reid? Why don’t you go hang out with Asoka Juno?” I shout the name of the first Japanese Harker student I think of. “Obviously, I’m too white to get your angst.”
“You’re not too white. You’re too God damn self-centered. That’s your problem. You only think about yourself.”
If you’d like to read more awesome snips of CRUSHED, head on over to the following blogs!
Susanne - http://susannewritesfiction.blogspot.com/
Hayley - http://hayleyvornholt.com/
Rachael - http://rachaelallenwrites.blogspot.com
Jenn - http://waltzwithwords.blogspot.com/
CRUSHED by Dawn Rae Miller releases 11 DECEMBER, 2012!